So, in between peeling potatoes and watching last night's Led Zeppelin concert on television, I wrote this poem...Wishing by Jan Jones
Listening to Led Zep
And wishing I was that girl again
And thinking of decisions taken
Or not taken
And wishing
Watching them grown up
Golden
Head of an irascible angel
And feeling the weight of the years
(but still fancying them, even now)
Old rockers...
Are just like me
And now they have experience in their voices
and richness in their movements
and a thousand different paths
and a thousand different lives
flash before me
And though I would never, never unwant my children...
I’m still thinking
And wishing
.
2 comments:
Jan - so much of that is so true! Everything we say is another decision. Lovely way to express it.
Thank you, Isabel. Something you don't think about until suddenly triggered.
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